dragging off my jeans. She has no idea. The fact that I managed to leave her alone last night was a miracle.
Daphne stretches out on the mattress. I ease her panties off and lean in to kiss her flat stomach. My dick is so hard it might split, but I catch a whiff of her perfume, and I can’t resist climbing down her body and burying my face in her muff.
“Logan, ah, Logan,” she chants. Her hands bat at my shoulders and I capture them, pinning them down. One more taste. Just one more. And another. I swipe my tongue over her fragrant pussy, long, lingering drags to savor all her sweetness. Doesn’t she understand? I need to devour her. I need to convince myself she’s real. She’s mine and she’s real and she’s here and this is actually happening and this can be forever—
Her body bows off the bed as far as I’ll let it. Her cries of pleasure crash around me and still I delve my tongue into her folds, chasing her essence. Fuck, I love her taste and watching her absolutely lose it.
“Give it to me,” I order when she protests it’s too much. “Now, Daphne. I want it all.”
Her slender legs shake and drum on my back as my tongue sends her body higher and higher. When she finally lies limp, I rise up and climb gingerly onto the camp bed. I rush ordered the frame and mattress so Daphne wouldn’t spend another night on the floor, but it’s way too spindly for my weight.
I’m shaking as I guide myself in between her legs. No bells or whistles this time. I just need my body connected to hers. I need the intimacy and to just bury myself in her. So deep, I want to disappear inside her. And Daphne is just as eager, urging me on with breathy pleas and little kisses that make me grit my teeth so I don’t blow too soon.
As I rock into position, the camp bed crashes to the floor. Shit!
“Logan!” Daphne is laughing so hard, tears stream from her eyes.
“Fucking piece of crap,” I mutter, arms around her body to protect her from the wreckage.
“We killed it,” Daphne cackles, curling into my arms and lifting her hands to clutch around my neck.
“I was trying to be gentle.” I lift her off the ruined bed and kick the mattress away from the frame so I can lay her back down.
Her laughter subsides, leaving a soft expression that makes me ache. “I don’t want gentle.” Her fingers trace my stubbled jaw, feeling for the scars underneath. She smiles when she finds them, as if they’re a secret we share between us. “I want you. I’m strong, Logan.”
“I know you are.” I sip at her perfect lips. Gods, this woman is so perfect. So beautiful. So fuckin’ smart.
I cup her smooth buttocks and draw her close. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Always,” she begs. “Always.”
I ease into her. She’s so small and tight, and I’m too big. Moans hum in her chest, but her lithe calf twined around my back tugs me closer. I cup her face and nibble on her lips, rewarding her as she stretches around me slowly. Finally, finally I’m seated inside her.
“Give it to me, Logan,” she whispers. “I want it all.”
Oh, I’ll give it to her. But on my timeline, my way. The woman’s already made me lose my head. Besides, this coming back together means something to me and I want her to know that.
So I pin her in place with my cock, exactly where I like her, and I give her my truth. “I love you. I’ve loved you since you were eighteen and we spent all those summer days at the beach talking—”
She squeezes around me. “You mean you spent all those hours ogling me in my red bikini.”
“Vixen.”
I grin and grab her wrists, pinning them over her head. I notch my thigh between her legs, bearing down against her sensitive spot until she groans my name.
“That damn red bikini.” I shake my head. “I still haven’t punished you for teasing me like that all that summer, have I?”
She stretches up and nips me on the jaw with her teeth. Somebody’s feeling playful.
But then she pulls back and goes serious again. “I can’t believe my dream finally came true,” she whispers. “I can’t believe Logan Wulfe actually loves me back.”
How am I supposed to have any control after she says something like